Chapter Five: Mate?
He stared into those brilliant blue eyes and they stared back reaching into his soul, the aqua orbs swimming in unshed tears. They were tearing at him. Tearing at his mind, and his fragile sanity. He had to look away, but he couldn't. Suddenly a shrill beeping brought him back to reality and he glowered at the offensive sound, his eyes finally able to tear themselves away from those heart wrenching eyes of that wench. That fucking wench that had almost destroyed him! How? How had she caused that kind of affect on him?
His eyes swiveled back to stare at her as the doctor came to release him from the paralyzing liquid. He would soon find out.
Stopping only to don clothing, Vegeta grabbed the girl's thin hand and strode from the medical bay, leaving behind a very confused doctor, the chart in his hand still poised to read out the saiyan's status. They raced down the hall, the girl making no move to escape the frightening alien. Stopping at an open door, Vegeta swung the girl around and tossed her into the room, his black eyes narrowed in determination as he too entered, closing the door behind him. The room glowed an eerie red. Celia noticed that it was a boiler room. Turning to her, he loomed over her shaking form.
"What the fuck did you do to me you little bitch?!" He was bordering dangerously on the brink of insanity in his rage, and Celia was beginning to wonder if the doctor was right. Maybe she should have left him alone.
But she hadn't and now she was paying for her mistake. She tried to make sense of his question but her stressed mind couldn't process his words. All she could do was let out a terrified squeaking noise. Vegeta snarled, before grabbing the girls blue locks, pulling her up so they were face to face.
"What did you do to me?!" He demanded.
Celia started to sob. "I don't know! You came bursting in than you just kind of fell and blacked out!"
"You didn't use telepathy or anything?"
"No! I swear it!"
Teeth bared, Vegeta dropped the sobbing princess before sauntering away to lean against a boiler, his arms crossed. The whore hadn't done anything. Or so she claimed.
"I know what did happen though..." She said timidly and Vegeta turned to look at her, waiting for a response. "The- the doctor told me t-that you hadn't been eating and the lack of food was eating at your k-ki instead. He said that it was the only thing that was keeping you alive." She started to hiccup occasionally as Vegeta mused over this new information.
The eating issue couldn't be helped. When Frieza told the kitchens not to give Vegeta food they obeyed without a second thought. And if he was caught stealing food or getting some from Nappa or Raditz, the consequences would be devastating. He cocked his head in thought. He had completed this mission, even though it hadn't been him who delivered the girl, maybe he was allowed to fill his empty stomach. Staring at the blue haired girl on the floor Vegeta contemplated how he could pay her back for the information she had provided. A saiyan was always honorable, and when something useful or helpful was given to them, they rewarded the giver. Always.
"What is your name?" Vegeta asked, his anger finally diminishing completely. Celia looked up at him at a complete loss for words. Was this man bipolar?
Finding her voice, she answered his random question. "Celia."
"Well 'Celia'," he said, actually offering her a friendly smirk. "Are you hungry?"
Moments later, an odd foursome stood side by side in the long line, bordering the mess hall. They had met up with Nappa and Raditz on the way to the crowded cafeteria and the two tall Saiyans had joined them, finding room for a second meal. Celia stood self-consciously beside them, her hands folded, timidly glancing at the burley warriors around her. Vegeta noticed this and decided to reassure her.
"Don't worry. As long as those low levels think you're with me, they'll leave you alone. In fact they will go out of there way to avoid you."
Looking around, Celia noticed that indeed, soldiers were parting around them like they were stones in a creek bed. It was almost comical. She turned wary eyes up to the large Saiyans and Vegeta chuckled.
"They won't touch you either. If anything they will protect you."
Celia smiled when the saiyan with the long hair nodded down at her, smirking. "Yeah, we'll do anything to protect Prince Vegeta's new mate."
Celia blinked, "Mate?"
Snarling with rage, Vegeta leapt on his companion, Raditz laughing the entire time. He would have been successful at gouging the older Saiyans eyes out like he intended but Nappa stopped his rampage when he grabbed him up in a headlock telling him to calm down while suppressing his own urge to laugh. Blushing, Vegeta pulled himself free of Nappa and turned away to sulk. Celia giggled. The little Saiyan was actually kind of cute. Considering his tan face, muscular body and height that was a perfect fit for her own, she concluded that he wasn't just cute, he was down right sexy!
'What am I thinking?' She suddenly thought wildly 'This man and his comrades destroyed my planet! That long haired one killed my mother right in front of me! I can't hang around with a crowd like this!'
Her eyes shifted to a commotion in a far corner where two aliens were going at it in a similar fashion she had just seen Vegeta and the long haired saiyan performing moments before. Except this time one seceded in ripping the others head off and Celia felt as though she was going to be sick.
'Maybe I should stick with this crowd.' She thought weakly and inched her way closer to Vegeta who noticed but ignored the unexpected movement.
Fifteen minutes later, the strange group reached the kitchen and Vegeta felt his mouth water as the delicious smells increased ten fold. His empty stomach growled involuntarily and Celia glanced at him, chuckling. They all grabbed their trays and headed down the line to where a chef was placing food on people's plates. Spotting the Saiyans, He glowered mumbling to himself about 'over large portions', and 'not enough to go around'. Then he spotted Vegeta and his heart sank. Why did he have to be the one to tell a starving Saiyan that he couldn't eat?
"I can't serve you." He said, eying the Saiyan warily, bracing himself for an attack. "Freiza's orders."
Vegeta just looked at the chef, his face remaining emotionless. Then, abandoning his tray, he walked solemnly from the mess hall, his defiant head held high as always, sparing no one a sideways glance.
Celia watched the proud Saiyan stride from the hall in all his regal glory, with misty eyes. Deciding against her better judgment, she also abandoned her empty tray and ran after him.
Whew! This is quickly turning into an epic! YAY! I love epics!
So tell me what all you awesome reviewers out there think! Nothing pisses me off more than a person who reads and doesn't review. _ so review!
Oh and happy Easter! I'm on spring break so mine is especially happy!
He stared into those brilliant blue eyes and they stared back reaching into his soul, the aqua orbs swimming in unshed tears. They were tearing at him. Tearing at his mind, and his fragile sanity. He had to look away, but he couldn't. Suddenly a shrill beeping brought him back to reality and he glowered at the offensive sound, his eyes finally able to tear themselves away from those heart wrenching eyes of that wench. That fucking wench that had almost destroyed him! How? How had she caused that kind of affect on him?
His eyes swiveled back to stare at her as the doctor came to release him from the paralyzing liquid. He would soon find out.
Stopping only to don clothing, Vegeta grabbed the girl's thin hand and strode from the medical bay, leaving behind a very confused doctor, the chart in his hand still poised to read out the saiyan's status. They raced down the hall, the girl making no move to escape the frightening alien. Stopping at an open door, Vegeta swung the girl around and tossed her into the room, his black eyes narrowed in determination as he too entered, closing the door behind him. The room glowed an eerie red. Celia noticed that it was a boiler room. Turning to her, he loomed over her shaking form.
"What the fuck did you do to me you little bitch?!" He was bordering dangerously on the brink of insanity in his rage, and Celia was beginning to wonder if the doctor was right. Maybe she should have left him alone.
But she hadn't and now she was paying for her mistake. She tried to make sense of his question but her stressed mind couldn't process his words. All she could do was let out a terrified squeaking noise. Vegeta snarled, before grabbing the girls blue locks, pulling her up so they were face to face.
"What did you do to me?!" He demanded.
Celia started to sob. "I don't know! You came bursting in than you just kind of fell and blacked out!"
"You didn't use telepathy or anything?"
"No! I swear it!"
Teeth bared, Vegeta dropped the sobbing princess before sauntering away to lean against a boiler, his arms crossed. The whore hadn't done anything. Or so she claimed.
"I know what did happen though..." She said timidly and Vegeta turned to look at her, waiting for a response. "The- the doctor told me t-that you hadn't been eating and the lack of food was eating at your k-ki instead. He said that it was the only thing that was keeping you alive." She started to hiccup occasionally as Vegeta mused over this new information.
The eating issue couldn't be helped. When Frieza told the kitchens not to give Vegeta food they obeyed without a second thought. And if he was caught stealing food or getting some from Nappa or Raditz, the consequences would be devastating. He cocked his head in thought. He had completed this mission, even though it hadn't been him who delivered the girl, maybe he was allowed to fill his empty stomach. Staring at the blue haired girl on the floor Vegeta contemplated how he could pay her back for the information she had provided. A saiyan was always honorable, and when something useful or helpful was given to them, they rewarded the giver. Always.
"What is your name?" Vegeta asked, his anger finally diminishing completely. Celia looked up at him at a complete loss for words. Was this man bipolar?
Finding her voice, she answered his random question. "Celia."
"Well 'Celia'," he said, actually offering her a friendly smirk. "Are you hungry?"
Moments later, an odd foursome stood side by side in the long line, bordering the mess hall. They had met up with Nappa and Raditz on the way to the crowded cafeteria and the two tall Saiyans had joined them, finding room for a second meal. Celia stood self-consciously beside them, her hands folded, timidly glancing at the burley warriors around her. Vegeta noticed this and decided to reassure her.
"Don't worry. As long as those low levels think you're with me, they'll leave you alone. In fact they will go out of there way to avoid you."
Looking around, Celia noticed that indeed, soldiers were parting around them like they were stones in a creek bed. It was almost comical. She turned wary eyes up to the large Saiyans and Vegeta chuckled.
"They won't touch you either. If anything they will protect you."
Celia smiled when the saiyan with the long hair nodded down at her, smirking. "Yeah, we'll do anything to protect Prince Vegeta's new mate."
Celia blinked, "Mate?"
Snarling with rage, Vegeta leapt on his companion, Raditz laughing the entire time. He would have been successful at gouging the older Saiyans eyes out like he intended but Nappa stopped his rampage when he grabbed him up in a headlock telling him to calm down while suppressing his own urge to laugh. Blushing, Vegeta pulled himself free of Nappa and turned away to sulk. Celia giggled. The little Saiyan was actually kind of cute. Considering his tan face, muscular body and height that was a perfect fit for her own, she concluded that he wasn't just cute, he was down right sexy!
'What am I thinking?' She suddenly thought wildly 'This man and his comrades destroyed my planet! That long haired one killed my mother right in front of me! I can't hang around with a crowd like this!'
Her eyes shifted to a commotion in a far corner where two aliens were going at it in a similar fashion she had just seen Vegeta and the long haired saiyan performing moments before. Except this time one seceded in ripping the others head off and Celia felt as though she was going to be sick.
'Maybe I should stick with this crowd.' She thought weakly and inched her way closer to Vegeta who noticed but ignored the unexpected movement.
Fifteen minutes later, the strange group reached the kitchen and Vegeta felt his mouth water as the delicious smells increased ten fold. His empty stomach growled involuntarily and Celia glanced at him, chuckling. They all grabbed their trays and headed down the line to where a chef was placing food on people's plates. Spotting the Saiyans, He glowered mumbling to himself about 'over large portions', and 'not enough to go around'. Then he spotted Vegeta and his heart sank. Why did he have to be the one to tell a starving Saiyan that he couldn't eat?
"I can't serve you." He said, eying the Saiyan warily, bracing himself for an attack. "Freiza's orders."
Vegeta just looked at the chef, his face remaining emotionless. Then, abandoning his tray, he walked solemnly from the mess hall, his defiant head held high as always, sparing no one a sideways glance.
Celia watched the proud Saiyan stride from the hall in all his regal glory, with misty eyes. Deciding against her better judgment, she also abandoned her empty tray and ran after him.
Whew! This is quickly turning into an epic! YAY! I love epics!
So tell me what all you awesome reviewers out there think! Nothing pisses me off more than a person who reads and doesn't review. _ so review!
Oh and happy Easter! I'm on spring break so mine is especially happy!